Tonight, the Rhine River dreams—
Shadows of green mosques awaken on its waters.
A minaret's spire touches the clouds,
Another sinks into the river's deep womb.
Germany's old churches morph into small Egyptian sphinxes.
Their stone eyes gleam with Islam's golden moon.
A mihrab rises in Berlin's ancient palace,
Potsdam's trees tremble to the adhan's tune.
Ships gather in Hamburg's port,
"La ilaha illallah" written on their sails,
Their bellies hide thousands upon thousands of pilgrims.
The water in the Rhine River's dream turns red.
Will this dream come true?
Will Germany's land become a caliphate?
The Rhine River does not know tonight,
Only lost in the depths of dreams.
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Author:
Prasun Goswami (
Offline) - Published: May 1st, 2024 04:22
- Category: Religion
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The rest of mankind, who were not killed by these plagues, did not repent of the work of their hands nor give up worshipping demons and idols of gold and silver and bronze and stone and wood, which cannot see or hear or walk.
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